Mc Lars - Twenty Three lyrics

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I don't sleep, because sleep is the cousin of deathDown the hall, there's a kid that I knowHe's kind of quirky so I say helloHe's so sarcastic but he's always rightWorking on those problem sets late into the nightMad magazines sit piled by his bedA million brilliant thoughts going all through his headWe bike to class in the autumn rainHe tells me that he's fine but I know he's in painPat I miss you dude it's so hard to say goodbyeIn Europe last winter you were tired of the lieMonoxide in the bathroom but the door was lockedWe were always there for you, you could have called and talkedI felt guilty and alone and so sick when I discoveredYou did it in Berlin, you'd just talked to your motherI guess it was too much, depression disillusionMaybe suicide's an answer, but it wasn't the solutionCHORUS:And I wish that you hadn't done itCould have won it and moved on from itAnd we could have grown old togetherBut instead you'll always be 23. 23We sat together one night on El CaminoOn the bench by the bus stop hiding from El NinoYou told me your secret I just sat there in shockYou couldn't tell your parents, you couldn't break that lockCognitive dissonance, trapped in your shellDepression and regression made your life a living hellThe pain was too intense, the fence too strong to breakSo you went to Germany, it was too much to takeYou came back broken hearted distracted by the dreamThe worlds collided now, college wasn't what it seemedYou went to back to Berlin to find yourself once moreThey broke down the door and found you lying on the floorI took the Amtrak up the coast, your mom met me at the stationI went to see your house and photos of your graduationWe drove to your grave, no tombstone where you layYour freshmen yearbook's by your bed and your room's in disarrayCHORUS(vocal samples recorded spring 2003)Lars: Ladies and gentlemen, I want you to meet a good friend of minethis is Patrick Wood!Pat: What's up Lars?Lars: What's up Pat?Pat: How you doing man?Lars: Good. What do you think of me having my recording equipmenttake up three quarters of our small room in the Kimball dorm?Pat: It's no problem man, I love youLars: I love you too PatPat: Thanks LarsLars: Pat Wood! Hey that's youPat: (Sarcastic laughter)CHORUS:And I wish that you hadn't done itCould have won it and moved on from itNow we'll never grow old togetherBut you're in my memory, 23 23Suicide sucks